Haley's eggroll.

Jul 17, 2001
Undaunted by the previous night's disappointment, I thought I'd give Albany another run for the money. This time I picked Jillian's sports bar. Jillians is a tri-level bar/arcade/pool hall/dance club nestled in the warm bosom of downtown Albany. I never got a chance to go there when I lived here so I thought I'd go this time. I had my first "white russian", met some girl Brandie ?Russel? from Hoosic Valley. We went to the same prom apparently. I shot some pool. While shooting pool I saw a guy who looked really familiar - so I approached him. It turns out he was none other than Chris Spiak! We went to elementary school together, and then Highschool. This town is so small. I gave him my number and the name of this site, so I better not say too many bad things about him. ;) He has a degree in chemistry or biology or biochemistry or something. He's got his ducks in a line. I admire people who can succeed in college. Way to go Chris!

The next day Tim slept over at my old pal Kenny MacDougal's house so I drove all the way back to Schaghticoke to sleep. I slept in the back seat of the Oldsmobile to avoid my dog/cat hair allergies. It was amazingly confortable. Lush leather seats. Good times! During the night I was awoken by a nagging voice somewhere in my head saying, "hey.. hey Evan.. you're going to suffocate", so I opened the car door. The fresh air felt so nice. The next morning I awoke to the sun shining bright and warm on my face and Trixie, the best cat in the world, pawing at my head. She managed to squeeze her way into the car through the narrow space that I had opened the car door. I gave her MUCH LOVE and rolled out of "bed". It was definitely one of my more pleasant awakenings. :) Go see the "Beware" pic for a not-so-pleasant awakening. hehe.

I spent most of the day at home with the 'rents. My mother is caring for a baby bird that she rescued from the clutches of Trixie probably. I dug up some worms in the back yard for the thing. I then bathed, changed, and headed out to Borders to pick up some reading material. I have read a TON this vacation, but mostly newspapers. I bought Aldous Huxley's "Island". I hear it's his best book. We shall see. I haven't even finished reading "Brave New World" yet.

I called Tim up and invited him out drinking at the Lark Tavern with me. I really haven't spent much time with Tim since being home.. he has to work so much and all. Hopefully Nate's girlfriend will hook him up with a $13/hr internship position with the state. He's got crazy fresh graphics skills, and he's getting paid less than entry-level positions pay. That makes me mad. Well anyway, recently Tim has started drinking. One step further down the path of hedonism. Aww yeah. We drank Spaten Dark, Killian's Red, St Pauli's Girl, and Michelob Honey Lager. Tim likes to stick with what he knows. I like to try things that I've never tried before. We both like cute girls and light beer. ...and sometimes, that's enough.

We went 1-1 shooting pool. I scratched like a flea-bitten dog. Then we stumbled down Lark Street in a drunken haze to the Chinese restaurant there. Tim was so good to buy me dinner, as I bought his beer. We reminisced over fried rice and General Tso chicken. MMmmm. On the way out a woman walked in. She looked very familiar. I asked if her name was Jennifer.
"yes..?"
"Jennifer Haley?"
"yes"
"ahh, you used to spin at the Launchpad! You're the best DJ I've ever seen"
"thanks :)"
So basically, I gushed all over her and then she invited me to a show Saturday night at "Quintesence", which is near Valentines, she said. I finally get to hear some good house music! Woowoo! Here is the background information for those of you reading who aren't acquainted with the 1998 Troy NY techno scene. The Launchpad was a legendary club located in the old "Stanleys" building on 3rd Street in downtown Troy. It was only in existence for a short while, but had an incredibly huge effect over my life. The night that I met Wendi we went dancing there. Between the dimly lit atmosphere, the couches, and the sweaty dancing bodies, I mustered the courage to make the moves on her. Three years later I followed her to Austin.

Anyway, back to Jennifer. I don't know if it was her raw spinning talent, or her taste in records, but this girl made music like nobody's business! I could dance all night to it without getting bored. Now getting TIRED, that's another story. Austin doesn't have the likes of her. Austin loves Trance. Bah. Trance can eat my ass. Austin needs a Jennifer Haley.

In a nutshell, Jennifer Haley is my techno superhero. Bumping into her at a Chinese restaurant two years after last seeing her REALLY MADE MY DAY. Woowoo! I'm sure you're all really as excited as I am about this whole Miss Haley thing, so I'll end with this. Saturday is July 21. I am going to see Superchunk at the Siren Festival on Coney Island during the day, then driving back up to Albany to catch Jennifer spinning at night. Oh, and I plan on meeting the 'chunk too!. So I'm set to personally meet my two favorite musical artists from their respective genres on the SAME DAY.

I think that I may pee my pants!

;-)